Chris Kerimian - Housekeeping lyrics

These rappers dont have a soul Im takin kids out like chaperon You cats could blow me Ya raps are phony im holy like matrimony Heaven sent im never dense this evidence Not the dude from dilated - hock a loog with vibrations - I never stop to listen to opposition Its time wasted - like being drunk at bar - f** who you are take a piss on the front of ya car - while ya in it U can try some sh** or just cry and b**h I move the crowd a mile a minute - spit it at light speed Every minute i spit i diminish the critics The pinnacle with this - im better n they wouldn't admit - They wouldn't they b**hs my wood in they b**hes - Diddle the ditz n get rid of the digits Like karate im kicken u probably thinking i shouldn't of did it Finally back to set it - game and match Chris appear you disappear like damon dash In lamens u softer than a babys a** Get injured so u can't ball - ill call u baby bash So when u say thoughtz is nice Its like saying jay z has crazy cash - Of course he does ! Ya daughter was randy like moss so she caught some nuts - I tapped like her Morse code - She goes both ways like a forked road - Maybe not the nicest ever - but im close enough like the 4th row Lord knows these poor folks sleep - Catchin more Z's than a zorro beef The moral ya more old the morrow Im the don like juan demarco or lord byron Take a shot with the four five On a tour driven a ford by the morgue Where u crash like poor driving Catch me live in new york smilen The raw rhyming got u feelin sick cleaning up your vomit - Must i repeat im raw Ill rip ya crew bring em all with u - So u best jet or u would get wrecked Swiffer wetjet im cleanin up the floor witchu